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Posted: 9 years ago

#351

Love the update totally hot

Asad actually did made her beg

And she was all to happy to

He needs to let go and allow her to love him

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Awesome update Sana

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sanarujub

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Posted: 9 years ago

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hello everyone
am back ...hopefully with a bang
hope that my readers are still here
actually my account was locked because of this story
so i decided to give longer updates so that it gets finished really quick
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sanarujub

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Chapter 12 "My balloon," I say again and turn on my heel and head out to the kitchen, leaving him grinning from ear to ear. Asad and I sit on Humi's persian rug, eating stir-fry chicken and noodles from white china bowls with chopsticks and sipping chilled white Pinot Grigio. Asad leans against the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He's wearing his jeans and his shirt with his just-f**ked hair, and that's all. The Buena Vista Social Club croons softly in the background from Asad's iPod. "This is good," he says appreciatively as he digs into his food. I sit cross-legged beside him, eating greedily, beyond hungry, and admire his naked feet."I usually do all the cooking. Humi isn't a great cook." "Did you your mother teach you?" "Not really," I scoff. "By the time I was interested in learning, my mom was living with Husband Number Three in Mansfield, Texas. And Ray, well, he would've lived on toast and takeout if it wasn't for me." Asad gazes down at me. "You didn't stay in Texas with your mom?" "No. Steve, her husband and I, we didn't get along. And I missed Ray. Her marriage to Steve didn't last long. She came to her senses, I think. She never talks about him," I add quietly. I think that's a dark part of her life, which we've never discussed. "So you came back to Washington to live with your stepfather." "Yes." "Sounds like you looked after him," he says softly. "I suppose." I shrug. "You're used to taking care of people." The edge in his voice attracts my attention, and I glance up at him. "What is it?" I ask, startled by his wary expression. "I want to take care of you." His luminous eyes glow with some unnamed emotion. My heart rate spikes. "I've noticed," I whisper. "You just go about it in a strange way." His brow creases. "It's the only way I know how," he says quietly. "I'm still mad at you for buying SIP." He smiles. "I know but you being mad, baby, wouldn't stop me." "What am I going to say to my work colleagues, to Sharad?" He narrows his eyes. "That f**ker better watch himself." "Asad!" I admonish. "He's my boss." Asad's mouth presses into a hard line. He looks like a recalcitrant schoolboy. "Don't tell them," he says. "Don't tell them what?" "That I own it. The heads of agreement was signed yesterday. The news is embargoed for four weeks while the mZoegement at SIP makes some changes." "Oh . . . will I be out of a job?" I ask, alarmed. "I sincerely doubt it," Asad says wryly, trying to stifle his smile. I scowl. "If I leave and find another job, will you buy that company, too?" "You're not thinking of leaving, are you?" His expression alters, wary once more. "Possibly. I'm not sure you've given me a great deal of choice." "Yes, I will buy that company, too." He is adamant. I scowl at him again. I am in a no-win situation here. "Don't you think you're being a tad overprotective?" "Yes. I am fully aware of how this looks." "Paging Dr. Flynn," I murmur. He puts down his empty bowl and gazes at me impassively. I sigh. I don't want to fight. Standing up, I reach for his bowl. "Would you like dessert?" "Now you're talking!" he says, giving me a lascivious grin. "Not me." Why not me? My inner goddess wakes from her doze and sits upright, all ears. "We have ice cream. Vanilla." I snicker. "Really?" Asad's grin gets bigger. "I think we could do something with that." What? I stare at him dumbfounded as he Dilshadfully gets to his feet. "Can I stay?" he asks. "What do you mean?" "The night." "I assumed that you were." I flush. "Good. Where's the ice cream?" "In the oven." I smile sweetly at him. He cocks his head to one side, sighs, and shakes his head at me. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Miss Farooqui." His eyes glitter. Oh shit. What's he planning? "I could still take you across my knee." I place the bowls in the sink. "Do you have those silver ball things?" He pats his hands down his chest, belly, and the pockets of his jeans. "Funnily enough, I don't carry a spare set around with me. Not much call for them in the office." "I am very glad to hear it, Mr. Khan, and I thought you said that sarcasm was the lowest form of wit." "Well, Zoya, my new motto is if you can't beat em, join em." I gape at him" I can't believe he's just said that"and he looks sickeningly pleased with himself as he grins at me. Turning, he opens the freezer and takes out the carton of Ben & Jerry's finest vanilla. "This will do just fine." He looks up at me, eyes dark. "Ben & Jerry's & Zoe." He says each word slowly, enunciating every syllable clearly. Oh f**king my. I think my lower jaw is on the floor. He opens the cutlery drawer and grabs a spoon. When he looks up, his are eyes hooded, and his tongue skims his top teeth. Oh, that tongue. I feel winded. Desire, dark, sleek, and wanton runs hot through my veins. We're going to have fun, with food. "I hope you're warm," he whispers. "I'm going to cool you down with this. Come."

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sanarujub

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Part 13 I erupt unexpectedly into a mind-blowing orgasm that stuns all my senses, obliterating all that's happening outside of my body as I writhe and groan. Jeez, that was so quick. I am vaguely aware that he has stopped his ministrations. He's hovering over me, sliding on a condom, and then he's inside me, hard and fast. "Oh yes!" He groans as he slams into me. He's sticky"the residual melted ice cream spreading between us. It's a strangely distracting sensation, but one I can't dwell on for more than a few seconds as Asad suddenly pulls out of me and flips me over. "This way," he murmurs and abruptly is inside me once more, but he doesn't start his usual punishing rhythm straight away. He leans over, releases my hands, and pulls me upright so I am practically sitting on him. His hands move up to my breasts, and he palms them both, tugging gently on my nipples. I groan, tossing my head back against his shoulder. He nuzzles my neck, biting down, as he flexes his hips, deliciously slowly, filling me again and again. "Do you know how much you mean to me?" he breathes against my ear. "No," I gasp. He smiles against my neck, and his fingers curl around my jaw and throat, holding me fast for a moment. "Yes, you do. I'm not going to let you go." I groan as he picks up speed. "You are mine, Zoya." "Yes, yours," I pant. "I take care of what's mine," he hisses and bites my ear. I cry out. "That's right, baby, I want to hear you." He snakes one hand around my waist while his other hand grasps my hip, and he pushes into me harder, making me cry out again. And the punishing rhythm starts. His breathing grows harsher and harsher, ragged, matching mine. I feel the familiar quickening deep inside. Jeez again! I am just sensation. This is what he does to me"takes my body and possesses it wholly so that I think of nothing but him. His magic is powerful, intoxicating. I'm a butterfly caught in his net, unable and unwilling to escape. I'm his . . . totally his. "Come on, baby," he growls through gritted teeth and on cue, like the sorcerer's ap-prentice I am, I let go, and we find our release together. I am lying curled up in his arms on sticky sheets. His front is pressed to my back, his nose in my hair. "What I feel for you frightens me," I whisper. He stills. "Me too, baby," he says quietly. "What if you leave me?" The thought is horrific. "I'm not going anywhere. I don't think I could ever have my fill of you, Zoya." I turn and gaze at him. His expression is serious, sincere. I lean over and kiss him gently. He smiles and reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear. "I've never felt the way I felt when you left, Zoya. I would move heaven and earth to avoid feeling like that again." He sounds so sad, dazed even. I kiss him again. I want to lighten our mood somehow, but Asad does it for me. "Will you come with me to my father's summer party tomorrow? It's an annual charity thing. I said I'd go." I smile, feeling suddenly shy. "Of course I'll come." Oh shit. I have nothing to wear. "What?" "Nothing." "Tell me," he insists. "I have nothing to wear." Asad looks momentarily uncomfortable. "Don't be mad, but I still have all those clothes for you at home. I am sure there are a couple of dresses in there." I purse my lips. "Do you, now?" I mutter, my voice sardonic. I don't want to fight with him tonight. I need a shower. The girl who looks like me is standing outside SIP. Hang on"she is me. I am pale and un-washed, and all my clothes are too big; I'm staring at her, and she's wearing my clothes" happy, healthy. "What do you have that I don't?" I ask her. "Who are you?" "I'm nobody . . . Who are you? Are you nobody, too . . . ?" "Then there's a pair of us"don't tell, they'd banish us, you know . . ."1 She smiles, a slow, evil grimace that spreads across her face, and it's so chilling that I start to scream. "Jesus, Zoe!" Asad is shaking me awake. I am so disorientated. I'm at home . . . in the dark . . . in bed with Asad. I shake my head, trying to clear my mind. "Baby, are you okay? You were having a bad dream." "Oh." He switches on the lamp so we're bathed in its dim light. He gazes down at me, his face etched with concern. "The girl," I whisper. "What is it? What girl?" he asks soothingly. "There was a girl outside SIP when I left this evening. She looked like me . . . but not really." Asad stills, and as the light from the bedside lamp warms up, I see his face is ashen. "When was this?" he whispers, dismayed. He sits up, staring down at me. "When I left this afternoon. Do you know who she is?" "Yes." He runs a hand through his hair. "Who?" His mouth presses into a hard line, but he says nothing. "Who?" I press. "It's Maya." I swallow. The ex-sub! I remember Asad talking about her before we went gliding. Suddenly, he's radiating tension. Something is going on. "The girl who put Toxic' on your iPod?" He glances at me anxiously. "Yes," he says. "Did she say anything

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Part 14 "Forget about her. Come." He holds out his hand. My inner goddess does three back flips over the gym floor as I grasp his hand. I wake, too warm, and I'm wrapped around a naked Asad Ahmed Khan. Even though he's fast asleep, he's holding me close. Soft morning light filters through the curtains. My head is on his chest, my leg tangled with his, my arm across his stomach. I raise my head slightly, scared that I might wake him. He looks so young, so relaxed in sleep, so utterly beautiful. I can't quite believe this Adonis is mine, all mine. Hmm . . . Reaching up, I tentatively stroke his chest, running my fingertips through the smattering of hair, and he doesn't stir. Holy cow. I can't quite believe it. He's really mine" for a few more precious moments. I lean over and tenderly kiss one of his scars. He moans softly but doesn't wake, and I smile. I kiss another and his eyes open. "Hi." I grin at him, guiltily. "Hi," he answers warily. "What are you doing?" "Looking at you." I run my fingers down his happy trail. He captures my hand, narrows his eyes, then smiles a brilliant Asad-at-ease smile, and I relax. My secret touching stays secret. Oh . . . why won't you let me touch you? Suddenly he moves on top of me, pressing me into the mattress, his hands on mine, warning me. He strokes my nose with his. "I think you're up to no good, Miss Farooqui," he accuses but his smile remains. "I like being up to no good near you." "You do?" he asks and kisses me lightly on the lips. "Sex or breakfast?" he asks, his eyes dark but full of humor. His erection is digging into me, and I tilt my pelvis up to meet him."Good choice," he murmurs against my throat, as he trails kisses down to my breast. I stand at my chest of drawers, staring at my mirror, trying to coax my hair into some semblance of style"really, it's just too long. I'm in jeans and a T-shirt, and Asad, freshly showered, is dressing behind me. I gaze at his body hungrily. "How often do you work out?" I ask. "Every weekday," he says, buttoning his fly. "What do you do?" "Run, weights, kickbox." He shrugs. "Kickbox?" "Yes, I have a personal trainer, an ex-Olympic contender who teaches me. His name is Claude. He's very good. You'd like him." I turn to gaze at him as he starts to button up his white shirt. "What do you mean I'd like him?" "You'd like him as a trainer." "Why would I need a personal trainer? I have you to keep me fit." I smirk at him. He saunters over and wraps his arms around me, his darkening eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "But I want you fit, baby, for what I have in mind. I'll need you to keep up." I flush as memories of the playroom flood my mind. Yes . . . the Red Room of Pain is exhausting. Is he going to let me back in there? Do I want to go back in? Of course you do! My inner goddess screams at me from her chaise longue. I stare into his unfathomable, mesmerizing gray eyes. "You know you want to," he mouths at me. I flush, and the undesirable thought that Maya could probably keep up slithers invidious and unwelcome into my mind. I press my lips together and Asad frowns at me. "What?" he asks, concerned. "Nothing." I shake my head at him. "Okay, I'll meet Claude." "You will?" Asad's face lights up in astounded disbelief. His expression makes me smile He looks like he's won the lottery, though Asad's probably never even bought a ticket"he has no need. "Yes, jeez"if it makes you that happy," I scoff. He tightens his arms around me and kisses my cheek. "You have no idea," he whispers. "So"what would you like to do today?" He nuzzles me, sending delicious tingles through my body. "I'd like to get my hair cut, and um . . . I need to bank a check and buy a car." "Ah," he says knowingly and bites his lip. Taking one hand off me, he reaches into his jeans pocket and holds up the key to my little Audi. "It's here," he says quietly, his expression uncertain. "What do you mean, it's here?" Boy. I sound angry. Crap. I am angry. My subconscious glares at him. How dare he! "Rahul brought it back yesterday." I open my mouth then close it and repeat the process twice, but I have been rendered speechless. He's giving me back the car. Double crap. Why didn't I foresee this? Well, two can play at that game. I fish in the back pocket of my jeans and pull out the envelope with his check. "Here, this is yours." Asad looks at me quizzically, then recognizing the envelope, raises both his hands and steps away from me. "Oh no. That's your money." "No, it isn't. I'd like to buy the car from you." His expression changes completely. Fury"yes, fury"sweeps across his face. "No, Zoya. Your money, your car," he snaps at me. "No, Asad. My money, your car. I'll buy it from you." "I gave you that car for your graduation present." "If you'd given me a pen"that would be a suitable graduation present. You gave me an Audi." "Do you really want to argue about this?" "No." "Good"here are the keys." He puts them on the chest of dra

drawers. "That's not what I meant!" "End of discussion, Zoya. Don't push me." I scowl at him, then inspiration hits me. Taking the envelope, I rip it in two, then two again and drop the contents into my waste bin. Oh, that feels good. Asad gazes at me impassively, but I know I've just lit the blue touch paper and should stand well back. He strokes his chin. "You are, as ever, challenging, Miss Farooqui," he says dryly. He turns on his heel and stalks into the other room. That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full scale Armageddon. I stare at myself in the mirror and shrug, deciding on a ponytail. My curiosity is piqued. What is Fifty doing? I follow him into the room, and he's on the phone.